Rated M: For language and sexual content

I could feel my body tense up. I felt a tingling sensation down below… and I wanted it again. I told myself that it was wrong to feel that way. But I don't know why… but I wanted it. I wanted someone to make love to me.

It didn't matter if they loved me or not…because that didn't matter. He was gone. Or so I thought.

We were at a wedding… and for most single people, it gave us an opportunity to get piss drunk and spend the night with a stranger. I never thought I would do this. But after my break-up with Richard, a one night stand didn't sound so bad.

And now I know what you're thinking… I'm easy. I'm throwing myself away. And maybe I am. But I wasn't thinking it at the time.

Ok… so you're probably wondering why we broke up in the first place. Richard and Kory. Kory and Richard.

To be personally honest, it was a stupid reason to break up… but if you were in my position… you wouldn't want to stay in that kind of relationship.

You see Richard… he's Dick Grayson. The high and mighty CEO of his adopted father's company. His adopted father is Bruce Wayne.

He has expectations and duties. He was a lot freer when we were in high school and university. So I guess you could say we've known each other for a while. We always knew we had something going on between us… but we just never had the right timing for it.

That was until we reconnected one summer.

That's for another time… back to the break up.

He basically wasn't being honest with me. He kept hiding things… saying they were nothing. That it would be better if I didn't know. And personally that is just plain wrong. I, his girlfriend, knew there was something wrong… but I wasn't allowed to know what it was. Like what the heck?

I believed he loved me… and at times I was convinced. But he had dated Barbara Gordon before me for a long time. She dumped him of course.

So I guess that leaves me as the rebound.

He didn't cheat on me or anything. But in the back of his mind he was debating on whether he liked me or her… or maybe even both. So he couldn't be "himself" around me. He found it unfair that he was thinking about two girls at once.

So the first thing that comes to mind is… I knew it! The second was… How can you like two people at once? Selfish little—

So I thought I could handle him taking some time off from "us". But then I realized… I don't need to wait for him. I deserved better. I deserved someone who would love me… and only me. No big deal right?

So I broke it off. He didn't say as much as a single word. Simply nodded. Admitting defeat… not even going to fight back or anything.

So I guess… deep down he wanted it too.

And here I am… in my break up phase. Drinking the occasional wine glasses and stuffing myself with instant noodles and Arizonas. Absolutely pitiful.

Picture a wedding reception. Men in their tuxes and women in their skanky dresses. If you were to zoom in at the open bar, you would a beautiful girl asking for a pina colada… well that's not me. I'm the one screaming at the top of her lungs for another drink!

My crimson red hair was perfectly curled down to mid-back, pinned to one side. I had done a black smokey eye with red lipstick which might have been to bold for the night but that was exactly what I was going for. My dress was a gray cocktail dress; very short, strapless and satin. My pumps must have been 4 inches which would have made me 5'8.

I knew what was going to happen. I was going to get totally wasted and sleep with the first guy who could pick me up and carry me to a room.

I didn't care.

What I failed to acknowledge was that Richard was going to be there.

See, Richard isn't a complete asshole. He cared about me. Or maybe he still does.

He hates complicated things and avoids them all together…except Barbara… she always had a soft spot in his heart. I just never noticed until… he introduced her to me.

I hated to admit it. But his eyes glowed when he saw her. I would leave them alone because it would disgust me. She had clearly moved on.

She cheated on him and married the other guy. It didn't take long for her to find the perfect man. It just wasn't Richard.

A lot of people could say that they looked perfect for each other despite the fact that she was now married to someone else. So I suppose in Richard's mind… that was the way it was. Him and Babs. That makes me wonder…so was I the rebound?

"Kory… you're drunk." He said trying to take my hand, to prevent me from chugging down another drink.

"Richard, do you mind fucking off… it's my life. You're not my boyfriend. Why don't you go find some bimbo that looks like Babs and screw her?"

Did I actually say that? Oh man I'm going to regret that in the morning… unless I don't remember!

He gave me a stern look and told the bartender that I was done.

Before I knew it… I was being hoisted over his shoulder and out of the reception.

"Richard! PUT ME DOWN!"

"Kory, will you just be quiet. I'm trying to help you."

" You help me? Ha! You asshole… how could you possible help me?"

"By getting you out of situation you don't want to be in."

"Maybe I want to screw with the person guy that can take me home… but if it's going to be you… I pass."

"Ouch… was that supposed to be insulting?"

I started to feel sick at this point.

"Hmmm?" he muttered as he realized I didn't respond with a snide comment.

I tapped him. I wanted to throw up.

"Oh shit…" he said putting me down to throw up in a garbage can.

As soon as I was erect, I felt better and decided to make a run for it. Not my brightest moments.

I was wearing heels.

I was drunk.

Richard knew I had a tendency to run when I drank.

So before I could say stop… I was in his car, windows down and my arms crossed over my chest. My dress was probably riding up because I remember it being really cold.

Surprisingly he wasn't taking me home, which turned out to be a bummer… because that would mean I'd wake up in his house and leave awkwardly. Did I mention that his butler Alfred was the sweetest man alive? He was as young as Richard… I would have been smitten.

Alfred always preferred me over Babs for some reason. I don't know what it was. But I was glad. To me, Alfred was like family.

Bruce on the other hand was always away traveling. Usually for business but sometimes pleasure, after all he was planning on passing his company onto Richard.

I only met him once… and I didn't even get to talk to him. Richard was called into his office in the manor while I was over. I don't think it was a good conversation.

He insisted that he carry me into the house.

I was a frequent visitor that I had my own room already, which was always prepared. Alfred greeted us as we came in.

"Ms. Korinna, it's been awhile since you last visited."

"Hey, Alfred…" I replied with my slurred speech. I hated coming in like this… especially in front of Alfred. He didn't deserve to see me like this.

"Master Richard, is there anything I can do to assist you?"

"No. Nothing Alfred, thank you." He replied sternly.

Richard carried me up the stairs and into the regular guest room that I had always taken. He made me sit on the bed.

He took off his coat and loosened his tie… and I could hear my heart beat faster. I wanted him. So badly. What a pathetic idea.

He took off my shoes as I dropped my purse on the floor. He stood up to reach the drawer and grabbed a long collared shirt.

"Here." He gave it to me.

I was feeling really dizzy now and that's when I sprinted towards the bathroom. Shut the door and threw up in the toilet.

He walked into the bathroom when I had pleaded to leave. He stood at the door frame, arms crossed and chuckling to himself.

"Now I remember why I never let you drink too much at parties. Do you remember the first house part we ever attended? We spent the whole night in the upstairs bathroom because you were puking your eyes out."

"Ha ha… very funny." I said not amused.

I flushed the toilet after retching. Stood up slowly and rinsed my mouth and face. I already mastered the art of throwing up without getting my hair tangled up in the mix. I had left my toothbrush so I started to brush.

Richard still stood by the door… examining me. It felt condescending.

"Do you have a problem?" I paused and asked him.

"I just find it so entertaining… yet upsetting that you were going to let yourself go."

"What do you expect…? I'm going through the "break-up" phase."

"I didn't think you would let yourself go… you broke up with me, remember?"

"So? You think that I don't care? That I would be happy to end it? You gave me no choice, Richard. How the hell do I compete with little Miss Perfect?"

"You didn't have to compete with her… besides you're nothing like her."

"Fuck you… and fuck her. I just want to go home."

"Oh no you don't… not like this you're not."

"You're not my boyfriend anymore… stop caring about me."

"Geez… you make me sound like I'm an asshole or something."

"Perhaps you are…"

He sighed and left the room. I removed most of my make-up although I still had some eyeliner left. I looked really hot tonight. I changed out of the dress and my strapless bra and into the long white collared shirt. It was probably expensive because it felt heavenly to wear.

I examined myself in the mirror… and I immediately thought of the times that Richard and I spent the night together in his office.

I used to borrow his shirts all the time because it was a hassle to put back on my clothes. Besides… it looked sexy.

I may have sobered up after throwing up and washing myself up… but I still had alcohol in my system. My impulsiveness was impeccable when I was drunk. You could never know what I would do next.

Before I could think of going to bed I was already out in the hallway and slipping into Richard's room. It was pitch black as always but I was so used to it that I developed sort of a night vision. I could see the silhouette of his bed.

As soon as I felt the sheets, I slipped in. I heard him stir and turn around to face me.

"What are you doing in my bed?" I could smell alcohol from his breath.

"Somebody has been drinking…" I whispered sensually.

"Kory—"

Before he could finish his sentence, my lips were pressed up against his.

Once my lips touched his… it was like we were together again. It was familiar… but it was addicting. When we kiss… it's like all we wanted to do was kiss.

He stopped, "Kory, we shouldn't be kissing."

"Does it look like I care?" I said kissing him back and nibbling down his neck.

"Fuck!" I knew all of his sensitive spots.

"Baby, you know you want to fuck…" I whispered.

Before I knew it… he was on resting on top of me… tearing my shirt open. My nipples were hard and it didn't take long before he grabbed my left breast and sucked on my right.

"Ahhh…Richard."

He became a little rougher as he switched. I bit my lip as he continued to massage them. I could feel his member harden as he pressed himself closer to my body.

"Condom, honey?"

He shook his head… "I can pull out in time, it's ok."

"You know I never liked that..."

"Was there ever a time that I didn't pull out in time? Besides… you were on birth control the whole time."

He moved back to my lips, our bodies heating up. Our lips danced, more and more vigorously as my hands ferociously gripped onto the roots of his hair. Oh god, I missed his scent.

I forgot that the sheets were silk. Our radiating skin made it almost impossible for us to stay still; it felt so nice to rustle in bed. It felt so familiar… I almost missed it. No wait—I do miss it. I felt something in my chest. It felt so right… but the fact that we weren't together anymore. That did not feel right at all.

I could feel myself retreat. A major buzz kill.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He said, stopping to stroke the hair away from my face.

"I loved it when you did that." I whispered softly, not really knowing that I said that aloud.

"You're avoiding the question…"

He seemed to be sobered up all of a sudden. His blue eyes were illuminated even in the darkness. Those eyes that I stared into every morning and every night, those which gave me comfort and love. Are we not meant to be together? Why did it feel so real?

"Did you ever love me?"

He sighed. He clearly didn't want to stop making love to answer a stupid question about our break-up.

"Kory… you broke up with me. I'm sorry… I don't really know what to say to you right now. You know the story… and it's not my best moment ever. I did—do love you. But it just so happens that I still like—or love Babs. I don't think I actually got over her."

"It must have hit you when you learned that she got married without even an wedding invitation."

He quieted down. He slipped out and sat up on the side of the bed. His head in his hands, scratching his head.

I placed my hands on his tense shoulders.

"Is there any way you'll get over her?"

"Well, I don't really have a choice, do I?"

I didn't say anything. My hands fell from his shoulders.

I stood up from the bed and headed towards the kitchen. I need to eat something. I had the white collared shirt half buttoned up when the light turned on.

"My apologies…"

I grew a little self-conscious of myself. I was in a skimpy little white collared shirt, half buttoned and the Bruce Wayne was standing their robed in the kitchen.

Ok let me tell you something… Bruce Wayne, although he is Richard's adoptive father, he is closer to a brother's age than a father. Of course, Richard finds him as a mentor. I never talked to Bruce. Not because I didn't want to… he was just never around.

He never really cared for Richard's relationships. Most of the time, they weren't anything serious. A one-night-only was more of Richard's style. With the exception of Babs and me.

Another thing you need to know about Bruce… he's attractive. No… not attractive, he's hot. How would I describe him? Well he has the sexual appeal of Brad Pitt, the charm of the "older man" like Patrick Dempsey and scores chicks like George Clooney.

"No, I'm sorry, Bruce. You go ahead. I just wanted to eat something. I had a little too much to drink tonight, which is completely my fault."

"Hmm… the best medicine is company and time."

"Would you keep my company then?" I asked, curious to meet Richard's mentor.

He smiled. "Shouldn't Dick be here with you?"

"Umm… I think he might have passed out."

"You broke up… didn't you?"

"How did you know? I don't think Richard is the type to show and tell." I said chuckling as a gulped my water down.

"Well, when you're together with someone… it's rare for both of you to be wasted at a party… Richard drinks… but usually alone. Never with his girlfriend, especially if she intends to drink. So… if you both are drinking and he's not up with you sobering up, you can assume there is some tension between you two."

He paused.

"He hasn't been really focused at work. It's as if his mind is elsewhere. He's not the type to be hung up on a girl."

"Well it wouldn't be me… he's probably thinking about Barbara."

"She was a big part of his life. But so are you."

I sighed. "I guess so. I just can't do it anymore. There's only so much a person can take."

He stood silently as he drank his milk. Who knew the Bruce Wayne drank milk at night.

"You should go out… be free. Have fun. You shouldn't mope around, especially over Richard. He gets attached easily and as you can see… he got attached to Barbara and somewhat attached to you. But until the day he lets go of Barbara, he will never completely love you. And it's your choice if you want to stick around. But I'm telling you now… being around him… won't convince him. I think quite the opposite. If he realizes that you moved on, perhaps he will realize how much he wanted you to be around. "

He did make a point. In a way, the plan implied that I find someone who will fool around with me. To pretend to be my boyfriend, nothing serious.

I chuckled.

"So you're suggesting that I find someone to pretend to be my boyfriend and make him jealous?"

"No, not at all. The only way you can convince him and stir him up is if you are truly happy. Not acting, not pretending but actually enjoying someone else's company. Nothing beats true and genuine happiness. It can sicken people sometimes."

"That's cruel!"

"But it's true! To prove it to you… I'll be that guy."

I started laughing… but then I realized. Bruce would never joke. I almost choked on nothing. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Hmph." He had a little smirk.

"Oh dear, you are serious."

"If you're not comfortable that's totally fine. I mean why would you choose Richard's adoptive father?"

"It's not even that… I just didn't think you—anyways you seem more a brother to Richard anyway. Oh what the heck… why not?" I smiled. I like this guy. He's entertaining… entreatingly devious.

He put his cup into the sink and headed towards the stairs when he stopped to brush his lips on my cheek. I could immediately feel the rush of blood to my cheeks.

"Good night." He said smiling.

FIN

Hello readers, my name is Maiden of the Sun, formally known as Filipina Princessa. It's been awhile. I know I should have written this before I started the chapter… but I wanted you to get a taste of my new fanfiction. I haven't written since perhaps… grade 8. I actually don't remember the last time I wrote a story. So now I'm in college if you can believe it. So I guess you can say I grew up. My stories will now be rated M for obvious reasons if you've read so far. I'm sorry if I lose fan because my old fans don't like my new style of writing… I don't actually know what the plot is going to be like… I'm just writing as I go… I find it easier to do it that way. I really do hope you still continue to read… and I'm sorry if I'm doing a crappy job. I'm not forcing anyone to read my work. I just felt like getting back to my old rhythm.

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